017 - Loose to me the good gray dogs / That are bound with iron bands

[anjelsword.livejournal.com]

[Aniki shows up... tied to a chair. Because this is how Rosto helps his friends. She twists her wrists uselessly against the ropes, which Kora spelled to hold against blades and breakage. And as it was already spelled to weave itself into one single, long length when touched with the proper charm... She's sort of stuck.]

Gods-cursed maniac.

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[anjelsword.livejournal.com]

You did say you were dead.

[ghostlighter]

[...]

No, this is regular people. Just take it?

[anjelsword.livejournal.com]

[Highly suspicious still. She takes the bottle and inspects its ridiculously bright packaging for a moment.]

...is everything in the other worlds made to burn your eyes or rot your teeth?

[ghostlighter]

[Snerking, he hands over the glass, next.] I'm not sure, but probably.

[anjelsword.livejournal.com]

[Eyeballing the aspirin, then finally sighing.] What's life without a bit of adventure and possible poisoning?

[Bottoms up :\ ]

[ghostlighter]

Only take— ... two. Right. It should start to help soon. Lasts about four hours, but hopefully the headache'll be gone by then.